The New York Times has an interactive map up today detailing the best and worst food from ballparks across the country

My personal favorite description is for the ever-unloved Chisox and their tepidly named U.S. Cellular Field: “What to order: nothing. Your best bet is to bring a six-pack to the parking lot, and barter a cold one for a tailgater’s hot dog. Failing that, a box of Cracker Jack. What to avoid: everything.”

Update: I just realized that there is actually a fairly lengthy discourse published alongside the infoporn referenced above with a far more clever name than the one I ginned up: Buy Me Some Sushi and Baby Back Ribs.